It was 1956 and I was staying with my paternal grandparents for a few days. At age 5, I don’t remember much of that day except that just before grandpa came home from his factory job, grandma took a bath and put on what we used to call “getting dressed up clothes”. When grandpa came home, he took a bath and put on a suit and tie. It was weird.
Hmmmm. I wondered what was up. It wasn’t Sunday so it wasn’t time to go to church and I hadn’t heard about plans to go out or about any funeral services. I had spent the day playing and trying to stay out of the way of the housework that was being done.
A coat got put on me, we got into the car, and parked in front of a building where we got out and walked inside. I asked where we were going.
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